Sometimes a slice comes in a flash— an image or a phrase. Today outnumbered (but not wrong) hangs suspended in the air. A slice-able moment: Three against one— an orchestrated resistance. Strategizing must have happened in advance. . . Notable, because it means they talked it over— and no one saw the flaw in the logic. No one recognized the gap in understanding standing out in the space between us. It’s a data point, I remind myself. Now that I know where they are, I can coach into that. To them (perhaps) it feels like winning— but to me it is revealing. I’m not judging—I’m noticing. Reflecting. Planning. (And I'm patient.) I play the long game, (and I don't need to win). I may have been outnumbered today, but I am not wrong.